I Fell for The Angel That Killed Me

7-It's you my love

She grabbed her bed frame and vomited. The bastard kept killing her.

Over and over. No matter how many times she tried to change the outcome of her dream, he always slashed her throat! She spits on the floor and sat down waiting for her head to stop spinning.

That's when she felt it. The relaxed feeling. Calm. She knew Jon was still here. She always got that feeling around him. And just like that Nebula forgot the angel /demon and retains only some of the details of her dream.

She got up and cleaned up the mess with the kitchen cloth. On her way back with a canister of air freshener in hand, she noticed the sofa was empty. Strange. She felt his presence a few minutes ago.

The feeling grew. She felt her eyes grow heavy. He couldn't have left. Maybe he was outside.

"Jon?"

She opened the front door, stuck her head out, and called out into the darkness, for him although she knew nobody would reply. The hallway was empty. She mumbled, "Why aren't you answering Jon.? I feel you."

She still felt it. Stronger than before...she didn't feel the change until it was upon her.

The dark eerie feeling. It was behind her. She felt the difference in the atmosphere. This presence was stronger. Enough to scare an adult. Every pore in her body raised. Goosebumps were felt even on her scalp. Neb knew the feeling of death and this was it.

'No no please no.'

Neb knew if she turned around she would see what was haunting her. Her empty stomach heaved as nausea hit her a full blow.

'I don't want to know. Go away!'

She knew what she should do and that was to follow her head out of the doorway and run. But how far would she actually reach? So instead, she straightened herself and held onto the door for strength and turned around slowly on legs that felt like jello. Fully turned but eyes on the floor she saw an outline of a body from her peripheral view.

Human.

Male.

Tall.

And it definitely wasn't Jon.

"I can't do this. " she heard her voice saying in terror. "I mean I... I, I haven't seen your face. I... I ...I don't ... don't...I don't know wha... wh..who you are. Please ...so... so... so... please leave..."

Neb's entire body was shaking so badly that a feather's touch could take her down.

She saw the footstep he took in her direction and she fell backward onto the door shutting it close as her weight landed against it. Now there was no escape. Not that she could move but an option would have been nice to have. Now she was trapped with her demon.

Then her boneless body slid to the floor in a pulp twisting her legs in such a way that one slipper flew out. She heard the canister as it hit the floor still gripped in her hand. Neb's brain was drumming so loudly that it took a while for her to read the emotions she was feeling.

'Jon?'

The calmness. The feeling of being protected by a higher power. The peace. Harmony.

'Where are you? Come quickly! Everything is going to be okay. Jon is here.'

If only he could read her mind. She tried opening her mouth to scream to plead with him to run to her but nothing came out. Again, she tried. Nothing. She squinted her eyes shut as the sneakers wearing demon came closer to her.

'Hurry Jon hurry!'

"Neb are you okay?"

Oh God, oh God. It knows my name! Of course, it does after all he has been haunting me almost half my life!

"Neb!"

She felt she knew that voice. Still, she was shaking so badly she refused to open her tightly shut eyes. Her body jumped in reaction to the slight touch on her face.

"Nebula? It's okay. Don't be scared. It's me," she heard whispered next to her ear and slowly open her eyes.

Finally, a familiar-looking face! It wasn't Jon's but any face would work at this point. Any human. Even him! She leaned into the body belonging to the face then collared his shirt fiercely.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

He was kneeling beside her on the floor. When she didn't answer he continued, "hey. It's okay. It's me. You're safe. You're awake now. It was a dream."

'A dream? It was a dream?'

Still, she couldn't find her voice. He wiped at her wet cheeks with his thumbs and looking back up into her eyes said, "It's Tae."

Her eyes reacted first, opening wide before her voice screeched out, "Tae! He's going to kill me! Help! Help me Tae!"

"What? Who's going to kill you? Nobody is here. Just us. Two of us."

He scooped her into his arms on the floor holding her in a bear grip. Neb was stunned for a few seconds as she looked back at her kitchen. Nothing. She looked into the tiny corner she called a living room, nobody was there also.

'Tae?'

She closed her eyes and reopened them glancing around her tiny apartment again.

'Where did he go? Did he vanish? She pleaded with him and it worked? Or was it Jon? Tae? If Tae was here that means Jon is here too..or nearby. Did they scare him? Did she faint for a few minutes? What was happening?'

Neb couldn't even begin to comprehend what just happened. Her mind was still swimming with questions although the uneasiness faded. She could hear Tae's soft words being whispered to her as she felt his soft touch patting her back.

"My heart is empty and I don't know why even if my heart is cold. Saying love silently not far away from you. Don't be sad because I am here. Please don't cry. Don't fall even if darkness comes to you your tears make me hurt too. Please don't cry."

Neb felt all was right with the world as Tae's arms tightened around her.

"Sigani jina ttaega doemyeon neoege doragalge. Neoreul tteonan dwie nar siganeum uimi eopsi heulleoman gasseo. Harurado ppalli nege doragal suman issdamyeon"(when time passes I'll go back to you. When I left you, my time passed without meaning as soon as possible I want you back)

The last thought she had was, 'euphoric’, as beautiful brown eyes looked into her's as she heard his husky voice say,"Ulji ma nae saranga dasineun neoreul tto honja duji anheul geoya. In my arms there is only one in this world. It's you, my love."

This had to be a dream, for Tae was singing to her!